The sky roared with thunder.
Dark clouds clashed, lightning struck, and a violent storm raged.
In the ruins of an ancient temple, two forces of nature collided — flames blazing on one side, torrents of water surging on the other. Fire and water. Agni and Neer.
A young man clad in crimson robes stood trembling, a sword clenched tightly in his hands. His face was filled with anguish, his eyes heavy with pain.
With a broken breath, he drove the sword straight into the chest of another young man — one dressed in blue, whose name was Neer.
Agni (voice shaking):
"Forgive me, Neer… this was the only way to end it all. Please… forgive me."
Neer fell to his knees, blood seeping through his robes. His eyes filled with tears, yet a faint smile lingered on his lips.
His breaths grew shallow.
Neer (softly, smiling):
*"If my death was written in this age, then I am blessed… that it comes from your hand, Agni.
I have no regrets. Only one sorrow… that I could never say what I wished to say… or perhaps, you never understood…
But still… I find peace, for in this last moment, I am with you.
Through the death you give me, I shall live inside you forever.
You won't forget me… will you, Agni?"*
Agni's trembling eyes met Neer's. His lips quivered, but no words came out.
Neer's smile slowly faded as his final breath left his body.
His form became still… silent.
🌫️ …Years ago
In the heart of a vast forest stood a spiritual Gurukul — an ancient academy of knowledge and training.
Huts woven of bamboo and grass lined the grounds. Lotus bloomed in serene ponds.
On one side lay the akhada, the wrestling pit. On another, the sword-training arena.
Gardens of flowers swayed with fragrance, while chants of Vedic hymns echoed in the air.
Upon a special hut built over the waters resided Acharya Vishrayan, the most revered guru of the Gurukul.
Though around sixty years of age, his eyes burned with wisdom and divine fire.
That day, the sky thundered, rain poured lightly.
In the training arena, Agni practiced his swordsmanship. His focus was unbroken — every strike sharp enough to end an enemy.
Suddenly — footsteps.
Neer appeared, chasing after a rabbit with his usual playful recklessness. He slipped, crashing straight into Agni.
Both fell to the ground. For a moment, time froze.
Rain drizzled, droplets shimmered in the air.
Their eyes met — a strange haze flashed before them. Shadows of forgotten memories… visions they couldn't understand.
Neer's fellow students rushed forward:
"Are you alright, Neer?"
But Agni, his voice cold, shoved Neer back.
"Who are you? Can you not see? This is a training ground. You've disrupted my practice. Leave, now — or else…"
Neer, ever mischievous, smirked:
"Oh, forgive me, great warrior prince! I didn't know you were busy displaying your pride. My rabbit ran this way, and I… well, I crashed into your fiery highness. Tell me, sir, what name should I call you by?"
Agni (restraining his anger):
"I am Agniveer. You have disturbed my training. Leave at once."
Neer (grinning):
"Ah, Agniveer… fitting. Burning like fire indeed. Calm your flames, prince, before you scorch my poor rabbit. Come, my little one — let's escape before someone's temper truly burns us alive."
Laughing, Neer walked away. Yet he turned back once, smiling at Agni.
Agni said nothing. He only stared, a strange conflict hidden in his eyes. A question he himself did not know the answer to.
At that time, they were still young boys — unaware of the destiny that bound them.
Thus began the small clashes between fire and water.
Neither understood it.
But Guru Vishrayan knew.
For ten years, under the Gurukul's guidance, they grew — learning scriptures, philosophy, discipline, yoga, the warrior's code.
Now, at twenty years of age, their true journey was about to begin.
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